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In any case, it was very painful and not just any ordinary pain. He could feel that this was going to be an extraordinarily big one.

“Damn it… Why is it always me?”

Feng Xia could not help but sigh in his heart.

!!

Furthermore, at this moment, he finally discovered a huge drawback of the Mysterious Art of Creation. The Mysterious Art of Creation could not create flesh and blood out of thin air, he could only make changes based on the existing flesh and blood.

In other words, compressing himself into a young boy was not a problem. It was not even a problem for him to change from a boy to a loli. After all, he had enough flesh and blood to do that and could change in whatever way he wanted.

However, the reverse might not be possible.

To turn myself from a human less than two meters tall into a flood dragon that is tens or even hundreds of feet long. Please, even if I squeeze myself dry until there is not a drop left, it is impossible for him to create so much flesh and blood!

Therefore, when he thought of this, Feng Xia decided to go all out. He put on a sullen expression and sneered expressionlessly.

“Original form? Hmph!”

“You little fellow…”

Unexpectedly, not only did the old man, Jiao Qingtu, not get angry at all, he even chuckled and shook his head. He stretched out a hand as if he wanted to touch Feng Xia’s head, but halfway through, the old man slowly retracted his hand.

“Forget it, if you don’t want to change, then so be it.”

He shook his head again and forced out a “kind” smile on his old, mummified face.

Then, he walked towards a piece of bluestone by the cold pool, sat down cross-legged and his expression suddenly turned slightly solemn. He said slowly, “Kid, what’s your name?”

Feng Xia thought for a moment before replying, “Jiao Jiao.”

“Jiao Jiao?”

The old man savored it a few times. Just as Feng Xia thought that he was going to say the classic line “good name”, the old man waved his hand. “This name is really not nice.”

Feng Xia: “?”

He was clearly very confident in this name!

“Never mind. When you’re old, you talk too much nonsense. Unfortunately, there’s not much time to talk nonsense.” At this moment, the old man let out a long sigh. “You have to be mentally prepared. From now on, I’ll do my best to train you and impart to you… all the inheritances of my clan!”

“From now on, you are the successor of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan and symbolize the highest will of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan. When you walk the world, you alone will represent the entire East Sea Flood Dragon Clan!”

Feng Xia did not even have the strength to open his mouth to retort.

However, the thing standing in front of you… Pfft, this fellow is not from the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan at all!

Under such circumstances, Feng Xia actually wished that the Mysterious Art of Creation was not so awesome. If he had revealed some obvious flaws earlier, this old flood dragon might not have come looking for him… but then again, perhaps the flood dragon might have slapped him to death instead.

Alright, there was still no solution.

Feng Xia let out a long speechless sigh. He was still a little indignant and asked tentatively, “The Demon Imperial Tombs will open soon. I can’t stay here for too long…”

“The Demon Imperial Tombs is indeed a good place. If you can go, you should.”

The old man chuckled, a trace of nostalgia appearing in his eyes as he smiled leisurely and said, “However, this old man won’t take up too much of your time. Three days. This old man will only need three days to hand over all the inheritances to you. As for how much you can grasp, that will depend on your own luck.”

Feng Xia hesitated for a long while before finally nodding. “If it’s only three days, it’s not unacceptable.”

“Heh, you’re not as arrogant as your name.”

The old man looked at him with a faint smile and then waved his hand slowly. Streaks of colorful light instantly soared into the sky and turned into a magnificent scroll painting that instantly enveloped Feng Xia.

“Kid, it’s up to you now.”

Then, the scroll flew up and landed behind the old man’s head.

From afar, the turbid waves in the painting soared and struck the sky. There were also black clouds covering the sky and occasionally, pale lightning would cut through the clouds, revealing the behemoth in the clouds.

Dragons fighting in the wilderness!

Dragons.

The East Sea Flood Dragon Clan could be considered a branch of the Dragon Clan.

This 10,000 Dragons Painting depicted Jiao Qingtu’s vision of the future and his fantasy of his most perfect form. It was born from his Dao foundation and was engraved with the Great Dao mark of this flood dragon expert!

By showing the 10,000 Dragons Painting to Feng Xia, it was equivalent to giving Feng Xia all the legacies of the East Sea Flood Dragon Clan without any reservation.

Jiao Qingtu slowly closed his eyes, his aura circulating irregularly as he waited for the three days to end.

“Up to me to do what?”

However, Feng Xia waited at the same spot for a long time. When he saw that nothing had happened and yet he was unable to defeat this old man, he could only ask patiently.

The indifferent expression on the old man’s face suddenly froze.

“You…”

He opened his eyes in disbelief and looked at Feng Xia in shock. “Why… didn’t you go into the 10,000 Dragons Painting?”

“What 10,000 Dragons Painting?” Feng Xia glanced at the painting speechlessly. “These scribbled talismans?”

“Scribbled talismans &#%!…”

It took Jiao Qingtu a long time to be able to maintain his aloof image. However, when he looked at this descendant called “Jiao Jiao” again, there was an indescribable strangeness in his eyes.

This was the dharma painting that he was so proud of!

In the end, in the mouth of this kid, they were some kind of scribbled talisman. How could someone talk like that?

“But… how can this kid not have any reaction?”

After recovering from his shock, Jiao Qingtu could not help but feel a sense of doubt. Y right, simply by rolling open his dharma painting, even a Primal Core Realm cultivator would fall into it. Only a very small number of top-notch Primal Core Realm cultivators would be able to barely withstand the might of the painting.

“As expected, you have a big secret on you. Otherwise, you wouldn’t look down on the inheritance of the Flood Dragon Clan…” Jiao Qingtu shook his head secretly and an intense smile appeared on his old face. He said indifferently, “However, since you’ve already been caught by me, don’t think about escaping so easily.”

Feng Xia immediately had a bad feeling. He saw that although the old man’s body was as dry as firewood, he started filling out his clothes. From the 10,000 Dragons Painting behind his head, dragon after dragon roared angrily and actually flew out of the painting, attacking him one after another!

“Kid, I have a total of 10,372 dragon forms here. Each form represents an inheritance of my race. As long as you defeat the corresponding dragon form, the corresponding inheritance will be yours!”

Rumble—

This time, Feng Xia was completely engulfed.

Dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon

Dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon

Dragon dragon Feng Xia dragon dragon

Dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon

Dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon dragon

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